In my dream my bottom teeth are unaligned and small groups of rats are debating whether or not to eat humans.
Author: naylandwblake
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream he hands me a folded bunch of new yellow bills. At least a third of them feel fake.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream the play week is wrapping up and I feel replete. As I swim up to the surface of the pool I see one of our alligators hit the other one over the head with a bucket.
Me when they play my jam

Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I hold a risograph book of sketches in olive and black. I scan the essay in the back, trying to determine whether or not the artist is queer, knowing I’ll be disappointed if they aren’t.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream there is barely anything there in the darkness. A choice flashes.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I am walking with a blue card.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream we are performing a play where a National Park tour becomes an ICE raid. We scramble for our belongings as everything becomes increasingly militarized.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream it’s quiet, and not competitive, but irritating.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I fill in the legs, gently. A lacework of veins stands out against the darkness.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream the parade will be heading up Amsterdam Avenue, flat LED light panels and headdresses glowing in the twilight. Do I have what I need?